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　　 rumbling! !

　　 Just as Wilbur was about to devour Michael and directly complete its ascension plan, he heard a thunderous thunder from above his head.

　　 The roar of thunder rolled in, tearing apart the dark and thick clouds, and the roar of some kind of giant beast resounded across the sky for a time.

"This is impossible!"

　　 Wilbur suddenly raised his head with a shocked expression: "He...that man...isn't he trapped by the crying angel?"

next moment!

　　 is wrapped in the horror of all things and shattered things, and the extremely brilliant thunder is like a brilliant golden meteorite, dragging a thousand-meter-long gorgeous fireworks, cutting through the dark and thick night, and crashing into the factory.

　　 boom——

This cruel and **** steel factory was shattered by a huge shock wave almost in an instant. The supporting beams and structures fell apart, and huge kinetic energy hit the ground, crushing every inch of land within sight into dust and then lifted it off. Up to 100 meters in the sky!

　　 The entire city of Newcastle was caught in an eighth magnitude earthquake, and countless huge cracks spread like dense cobwebs.

　　Look at where Wilbur is.

　　 has been penetrated by the golden thunder beam from the surface to the depths of the veins in one breath, leaving a sinkhole with a diameter of tens of meters.

　　 One blow, shattered mountains and rivers, and collapsed the earth.

　　 Within a few thousand meters of a circle, the topography has been completely changed by this blow!

　　 in a ruin.

　　Beside the huge sinkhole that thunder smashed out, the sacred Seraph Wings were wrapped in clusters, and the feathers on the outside were as slender and white as jade. Even with the aftermath of just one blow, they still didn't see any scars.

　　 As the aftermath gradually disappeared, the sacred Seraph Wings slowly unfolded, revealing the two of Michael and Constantine inside. Fortunately, they did not seem to be injured.

Although the dazzling archangel has lost most of his powers after being trapped for many days, he is still a high-level seraph in essence. At the moment before the lightning strikes, he decisively uses his seraph wings to wrap her and Constantine. Inside.

　　Seraph Wings are the source of power that God bestows on angels. Even if the sacred power cannot be used, their tenacity alone is comparable to a divine tool. The aftermath of the current lightning strike is more than enough.

　　 Lost the cover of the factory roof, the dense rainstorm in the sky crashed down, mixed with a hint of bone-to-earth cold, fresh air poured into the nasal cavity, no longer the disgusting **** smell.

　　 However, the thunder continued, and even intensified, the sky covered by clouds was filled with dancing silver snakes for a while, and countless lightning and thunder roars pulled out tree-shaped traces, as if torn the sky.

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　咚!

　　 Thunder bursts, and the wind howls.

　　 Looking at the dark night sky, golden ripples rippling slowly.

　　 The roaring thunder raged like a torrent among the dark clouds, and the thick ring of flames burst and boiled one after another, smudging most of the night sky into a bright red, for example, the scenery like that burning cloud.

　　 A thin figure, bathed in the mighty thunder, like a high god, coming with endless coercion.

　　 Wherever you go, the dark clouds are back!

　　 Even the torrential rain seemed to be afraid of that majestic figure, as the brilliant flames gathered into a tide, raging from the east, the rain gradually diminished and then disappeared.

　　 Newcastle, which has been shrouded in heavy rain all the year round, finally revealed a dazzling light at this moment.

　　 Yes...He is here!

　　 Michael raised his slender gooseneck, his emerald green pupils reflected like a mirror, and the majestic figure from far to near revealed a hint of joy from his heart.

　　 The warm and welcoming sunshine gave her a trace of long-lost warmth, which is the warmth that she has never felt since she came here.

　　 "I'm not late."

　　 A ray of light from the sun shines on the man's face through the ruins of the factory. The blue eyes are quiet and steady, which makes people feel indescribable.

　　 "It's not early...but it's not too late."

Michael raised his head and stared at the man in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little sigh, pursing his thin pink lips, and raising a quiet smile: "I haven't seen you in a year, you have become stronger... Lord Carr."

"you know me?"

　　 Lord raised his brows slightly, and looked at this angel with curiosity, like such a beautiful female angel. If he ever met once, Ken would be impressed.

　　 But unfortunately, he did not have the slightest impression, nor did he remember where he had seen such a blazing angel.

　　 Gabriel... is an exception.

　　In Lord's aesthetics, Gabriel is definitely not a beauty, at most he can only be said, which fits the definition of angelic neutrality.

"I forgot......"

　　 Michael lowered his head, his thick eyelashes trembled, and a trace of disappointment flashed from the bottom of his eyes: "You don’t remember me anymore."

　　 Hearing these words, Lord's eyes flickered slightly, and his expression seemed a little weird. He looked at the lost Michael and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, as if he wanted to say but didn't dare to say it.

　　 But fortunately, Michael lowered his head at the moment and didn't notice his expression.

　　 "It's exactly what you said..."

　　 Lord quickly returned to normal, and after a moment of indulgence, he replied: "There is something wrong with my memory, which seems to be related to the situation here. Since you are a Seraph, can you tell me what happened here?"

　　 "Although I really want to tell you everything, that guy seems reluctant to wait." Michael did not answer him directly, but pointed his finger to the back, where an illusory figure stood at some point.

　　 "Sure enough, it appeared again."

　　 Lord could not help sighing, pinching his aching eyebrows, looked at the man calmly, and said: "Kill one after another, are you a human or a cockroach?"

　　 a decent and slim long suit, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com is wearing a windbreaker, brown curly hair is combed back neatly with hair oil, expensive leather handmade shoes are stepped on his feet, and his right hand is leaning on a gorgeous cane studded with gold silk, exuding from the inside out An aristocratic temperament from the upper class, obviously this is another Wilbur Waterley.

　　 He can be 100% sure...

　　 Wilbur, who was blasted into the bottom of the pit by lightning just now, is now completely dead, and it can be said that there is no scum left.

　　 Wilbur, who was hacked to death by...that guy before, is equally impossible to resurrect.

　　 The one that appeared in front of them now was the second Wilbur Waterray he had ever seen.

　　 Even people with stupid brains can feel a strong mistake at this time. After all, no matter what level, Wilbur Waterley can't have so many bodies!

　　 Is it... a clone?

　　 Lord thought to himself, but quickly denied his opinion.

　　 As a **** of death has one advantage, that is, he can directly observe the soul state of the other party, and Wilbur Waterley that he sees in his eyes, no matter which soul state is intact, there is no trace of reduction or weakness.

　　 This means that Wilbur Waterley is not a clone.

　　 Every Wilbur Waterley who appeared in front of them was a real "person"!

　　 But in this way, the paradox appears.

　　Since the soul is complete and there is no sign of division, how should the three Wilbur Waterley explain?